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Daughter/ Father’s Day

on September 1, 2017

Father’s Day is this Sunday, here in Australia, and a conversation I had with a friend recently involved us talking about my dad and his gentlemanly nature.

Family Roots
It’s obvious where it comes from. His father before him was a sweet soul. For Valentine’s Day, he’d buy and post each of us girls a Valentine’s card. Women outnumber men in my family, and he sent them to his daughters in law and granddaughters. It was such a sweet gesture which I remember fondly, and I miss him even more every time I think about it.

So, it’s no wonder that my dad has inherited some of that sweet nature, and put his own twist on it.  01-09-17-dk

He hasn’t had an easy life, raising 5 kids with my mum, on a teacher’s salary. For many years he worked weekends as well. At the time, especially while I was at school, I didn’t realise that it meant he was working 7 days a week. That’s 7 days a week, all year round. He worked hard so that we could have holidays, and so that we could go on school excursions, and buy clothes when we outgrew what we had.
We were never spoiled, but in hindsight, I don’t think we went without either. We were lucky to grow up in an age of books rather than ipads, and both of my parents instilled a love of reading into each of us, and fostered it by their weekly trips to the library.

Working Hard for the Money
In addition to the two jobs I’ve mentioned, he also worked part time cleaning toilets at our school, and he had a small screen printing business that he ran from our garage. That involved many cold nights, and I recall him standing there in lots of layers and his fave old beanie while I brought him coffee. I don’t remember him ever rejecting a cuppa, but no doubt they weren’t all perfect!

Over the years, I spent many hours in the garage with dad, or riding around or playing in the yard while he worked, and he taught me lots of important things about repairing and recycling things, woodworking etc. For example, without him, I wouldn’t have a clue about measuring twice and cutting once. That’s a lesson that applies to life, not just carpentry. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg of what he’s taught me about odd jobs, being a good person, contributing to society and the community, and working hard for the money I’m earning.

Future Plans
On Sunday, my dad and I will be going out for lunch. In recent years, my siblings have been busy during the day, and it’s worked out that he and I go for lunch. It’s a lovely day, that I look forward to, and I do again now. He has a girlfriend, but she leaves us to our own devices, which I really appreciate. It’s fabulous to have that time together, to honour our life together. It’s a chance for us to be father and daughter, without other siblings, and grandchildren around. After all, without him, I wouldn’t be here, living life, kicking goals and dancing into my future. We can discuss whatever we want, and hopefully, enjoy a gorgeous sunny Melbourne day. He lives near the beach, so that add to the atmosphere. Paws crossed the weather cooperates!

Framing the Past
dad-01-09-17Recently, while I was on the phone with my dad, I was doing a job I’d put off for too long. I was looking at photo frames, and pictures to put in them, with an aim of making a photo wall in my dining room. I’d been gathering photos and great cards to frame, and while we talked, it occurred to me that I needed more pictures, and did I have one of dad?

I picked up a frame I’d had for a long time, and realised that the picture in it was upside down. It was strange really, because I remember when my mum put that birthday card. She and dad had given me the card and she’d framed it for me so I could see it all the time. I’ve had it packed away for years, but when I lived at home, it sat on a shelf in my room. It was never upside down. And yet, years later, having gotten the frame out of storage, there it was, wrong way around.

So, as we chatted, I took the back of the frame off, to turn it around. When I did, I got a lovely surprise, a black and white photo of my dad. (It’s shown here). I can’t imagine why my mum did that, what her motivation was at the time. I was only 10 years old when they gave me that card, and I remember her putting it in the frame and presenting it to me. I don’t remember dad’s picture being on display in that frame previously, but I suppose mum repurposed it for me, and kept his picture safely tucked away. And yet, here it was, with a secret photo inside. Thirty three years later, there I was, talking to the man I was looking at, and yelping gleefully at the surprise I’d just found. This really is the pic I found.

It was a lovely moment, and as someone said, it was a message from the grave. And now I have the perfect picture for my wall. I might even get one of us together, when we have our Fathers’ Day lunch.

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